Blackfeather Woods i am—yet what I am none cares or knows;

No answers came, of course. Mere faraway whispers that meant little to him. Cicero watched as Relmyna took the stone and lay on her belly, ears perked forward curiously. She touched the stone with her nose, looking serene, and he moved to the opposite side. He was not sure why, or if it would mean anything, but Cicero mirrored her, laying down on his stomach on the ground and moving his nose towards the stone.

Mismatched eyes reached out to hers for a moment to try and read her emotions before his nose touched the stone.